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Apparently it tells whether Spring will be early or late this year ...if the wee beastie goes into snooze-mode, the crocus/croci (or whateverflower comes up in the US) will be a bit late in showing up in thepavement cracks.

For me, during my student London sojourn, the miracle of a brightly coloured crocusshowing it's morning face along the Wimbledon pavements, flash with delight to mind.

But best of all was a trip to Hampton Court in April ... when I beheld with Wordsworth"A host, of golden daffodils".

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but theyOut-did the sparkling leaves in glee;A poet could not be but gay,In such a jocund company!I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

Sorry chaps ... forgive the exuberance ... and to think we were talking of Hogs!

Apparently it tells whether Spring will be early or late this year ...if the wee beastie goes into snooze-mode, the crocus/croci (or whateverflower comes up in the US) will be a bit late in showing up in thepavement cracks.

For me, during my student London sojourn, the miracle of a brightly coloured crocusshowing it's morning face along the Wimbledon pavements, flash with delight to mind.

But best of all was a trip to Hampton Court in April ... when I beheld with Wordsworth"A host, of golden daffodils".

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but theyOut-did the sparkling leaves in glee;A poet could not be but gay,In such a jocund company!I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.

Sorry chaps ... forgive the exuberance ... and to think we were talking of Hogs!